an antique gold bracelet embedded with emeralds .....I was writing about a woman
soft fur........................... who lived in a white cottage
unexpected woodland events..........surrounded by ancient computers
the sound of water .........all of which were still operating
down by the riveride........each displaying art designed to run on it many years ago.
cold water......................She moved between obsolete machines
every morning just at nine ........reading hyperfiction classics and old interactive art -
in song and story...Fred Truck's Art Engine
a flowered dress..............Fortner Anderson's Odyssey
and the deer and the buffalo play .................Uncle Roger (running in Apple II emulation on an Apple III)
come and sit by my side if you love me.....afternoon, its name was Penelope, Izme Pass,
the smell of hops and honey....Quibbling, Victory Garden
The daily in and out flow of a billion bytes...... embodied on antique dot matrix printers........ green grass.... warm stones by the river......................... a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................ inside, the text was black....................... and then I'd wish for.................... making love...................... a black and white document.......... hand carved napkin rings......................... we call our own...................... mustard colored tiles............... the sound that the lizards made.............. a glass of champagne............................. along the stream for several miles........

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